A book in my hands.
Waiting to be read.
The feel of paper.
I turn the page.
The first word pulls me.
Into a story coming alive.
Spellbound with each word.
The gift of the storyteller.
To get drawn into a book.
And have reality fade out.
To have characters emerge.
The power of the writer.
Like the spider spins its web.
The author spins the tale.
Black print on a white page.
From the imagination to paper.
The spell is cast in pages.
Faerie dust falling on ink.
Words read comes alive.
A wand awakens the imagination.
Each book is my “Inkheart”.
Each page becomes my reality.
I am spellbound, captivated.
The gift of the storyteller.
By C.E. Pereira
(21-7-2016)
I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique.
Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems.
I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination.
To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome.
Sincerely,
C.E. Pereira
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